Chapter fifteen?(not sure): The "L" word

We finally reached England again, but this time I didn't dissembark, because we werent here for pleasure, merely to drop off an unwanted person. Elizabeth was dragged off kicking and screaming by an unwilling Jack. I watched from the deck as she was dragged through the docks and dissapered in the streets. I gave Will and pitying look, but he shook his head.

"Dont. In fact, I dont care about her anymore." He said this so emphatically that I drew my head back, somewhat surprised at his tone. He gave a sad smile.

"But, you were thinking about getting engaged!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, Coralie. You are still so young. You are still very unaware of the ways of this world. In a way, I admire that innocence. Even though you have gone through a couple months as a pirate, you still havent lost your childish innocent look." I could feel my face cloud over and I grew angry at that remark. Innocent? A child? I was almost eighteen! I was lucky not to be married and have three kids by now! He saw my expression go from pity to anger, and quickly tried to grasp my hand.

"Oh, shush. You know what I mean. Don't go into a rage, because I spoke the truth. Now, dont get mad at me," I reluctantly let him take my hand, and guid me to a secluded alcove on the deck.

"There is something I have been wanting to ask you. I have pieced two and two together after that nihgt Jack stormed in with you at his heels. What you said, 'He doesnt know how I feel', or something like that. Anyways, do you have an feelings for me?" I gulped. Did I? When I delved deep into my inner soul, and sought the truth, I realized...I did.

"Why, yes." I muttered. Will smiled, his eyes shinning bright.

"Coral, I...I love you." He whispered. My face broke out into a big smile. Ever so slowly, as if unsure, our faces moved towards each other and we kissed.

In the history of kisses there has only been around five, maybe six, that have been so pure, so passionate, so intence. This one, right now...between Will and myself, took the cake. His kiss left me breathless. It took a few moments for me to finally catch that breath he so wonderfully stole from me. When I opened my eyes, he was grinning also, his eyes dancing.

"I love you too," I breathed.

"Coral, will you marry me? Right now? We can run into London and find a paster. Please. Be my wife." I looked deep into his delicious eyes, wondering if I wanted to spend a lifetime with this man. Yes.

"...Yes," I managed. He grabbed my hand and we flew down the gangplank and through the streets of London. Recklessly laughing and running. High on life and happiness...And that one drink we had in the galley. We soon found a small chapel and a paster who would marry us. As it came time for me to say, "I do." I felt sick, almost nervous, but smiled and said those two words that bound Will and myself forever. I was now Mrs. William Turner.

As we were exiting the chapel we saw what had to be a wedding party going in.

"Looks like someone had the same idea, eh?" I asked Will, all smiles. He kissed me long and hard, and we made our way through the streets of London.

We should have paid more attention to what was going on around us.

We should have been cautious.

We should have used the back alleys intsead of the main streets.

But we didn't.

With the sight of the docks in our vision we happily made our way back to the ship. Until that is, there was gunfire. Instinct told me to drop like a stone to the ground, and I did. Will went right besides me. There was only one shot. After five minutes and nothing, I sat up, and looked over at Will.

A scream so loud, so long, and so gutrenching escaped my lips. Will lay there, bleeding exceadingly. I quickly scrambled to his side, and grabbed his hand. He smiled weakly up at me. Tears dripped down my face and onto his.

"Dont..." He started to say, but I shushed him.

"Dont talk. Dont worry, Ill get help, or something." I looked at him. He was shot near the heart. The bullet most likely hit an artery.

"HELP!" I screamed. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" And thankfully out of the crowd of on lookers, Jack emerged. He looked from the sobbing me, to the almost dead Will and summoned two strong men. Together they carted Will back to the ship.

"Why are you taking him to the ship?" I screached. "He needs a doctor!" But they didnt pay attention to me. They set him down on his bunk in his cabin, and it turned out that one of the men who helped carry him was a doctor.

Jack dragged me out of the room, and they shut, and locked the door behind us.

"Turn me loose!" I demanded, kicking and trying to break free of Jack's grasp.

"Why do you care so much for Turner?" He demanded. With a burst of strenght not my own, I managed to rip out of his grip and ran back to the docks and back into London. I grabbed at a passing man, and to him I must have looked crazy.

"Did you see the person who shot the man I was with?" I gasped.

"Why yes. He went that way." He pointed down an alleyway and I ran down it, skirts hiked up, thinking nothing but blind fury. As I finally reached the alley, I saw a man standing there.

"Finally, we havent seen each other in a while, Coralie." My mouth dropped open. It was Markus. He advanced towards me. I turned to run but he caught my blasted skirts and pulled me down to the ground. Something in me escaped and I let out a furious yell. I kicked him hard where it hurts, and grabbed the pistol from his belt pocket. I straightened up, and cocked the gun.

"Stupid girl," Markus spat. "You probably dont know how to use--" But I had fired. He fell to the ground in a heap...dead. I dropped the gun and went running back to the ship, not looking anywhere but my destination.

I finally skidded to a halt outside of Will's door just as the doctor came out, whipping his bloody hands on a rag.

"He'll live," He said wearily. I fell to the floor sobbing. I couldn't help it.

Inside me, all of the moments between Will and I. I finally saw that I had loved him for some time...and I almost lost him. I must have passed out, because that all I rememberd. I had dreams about Will and I. They were filled with straberry fields and laughter.

(a/n: Im not done! I still have a few more chappys!)